This is my first FanFic, so it may or may not be very good. I had a fun time writing this chapter though. It may be a little boring, because it's the first chapter.
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Rose. I've always hated that name. Rose. Why would you name someone or something a name so prickly and hurtful?
I always thought that the reason roses were red was because long ago someone inattentively grasped a rose (that had been white to begin with) unintentionally gouging the thorns into their palm. They then held onto the delicate petals in order to cease the thorns from digging farther into the skin. The blood spread around the rose seeping into the ivory silk petals.
So why would they call me Rose? Was it because I longed to be one? Was it because I hated them for having what I didn't? No human would ever understand the concept of me hating humans. They think I'm beautiful and uneducated and well, beautiful. They don't think that I have anything to be jealous about. But I do, humans can die and I can't. Humans can have kids, and I can't. Humans can run marathons without being questioned about it I can't. I can lift 10 elephants once, and humans can't.
Why would they call me Rose, I don't know? I wasn't one of them. I wasn't a human. Which meant I had no connection to a rose whatsoever.
I was a rose once before though. A human to be exact. My body was filled with blood from God's hands. Knowing that someday my petals would fall turning a rusty pink. My thorns would dull, no longer having the strength to protect myself. I would die, just like a rose, very very gradually.
Before I cringed at the thought of death. But now, when it was one of the things I couldn't have, I wanted it. I wanted bad. I wanted it really bad. I almost had it long ago; I was so close to it before. If Carlisle weren't so kindhearted I would have had it, I would be rotting away under a gravestone somewhere right now. But he was kindhearted, he couldn't watch me die then, he wasn't like that. My breath coming in and out as a trickle. My blood staining the cobblestone beneath me. My clothes in a lose circle around me.
I shuddered. No Carlisle wasn't like that. I remember he picked me up and ran. I felt myself going under the dark water pulling me deeper and deeper. Then it stopped. I felt something cutting me. My neck, my arm, my hand. The burning was the worst pain I had ever felt. But I could feel it fading from the tips of my fingers. Then Carlisle told me what had happened. I told him to kill me begged actually, but he couldn't, he wouldn't. That's what happened. What made me this way. The way I am now. But that happened centuries ago.
Now as I sat in this chair and stared at the face that any human girl would give her soul for I felt stupid. Why did I always have to act so childish just because I couldn't get what I wanted? I mean I wasn't the only one who wanted so badly to be able to have a happy ending.
"Wow Rose," said Edward bringing me out of my thoughts as always, "for how selfish and self-centered you usually are what you just said then was actually accurate and, though I can't believe I'm saying this but kind, in a weird kind of way."
"Would you stop reading my thoughts? After a while it gets really annoying."
He rolled his eyes and muttered something unintelligible under his breath while walking away.
"You could at least try," I mumbled incoherently, sulking to the long silk alabaster couch.
I didn't have a stereo or CDs so I couldn't listen to music, I didn't even have a TV or a game system. The only things that made up my irregular large room, was the one couch, a shelf of books organized alphabetical from A-Z and going from 1896 to today's date, 2006, a closet filled with the finest clothes, and one gold rimmed mirror, taking up one whole wall.
So you could say I didn't really have much to do. I didn't really want to go out of my room because if I did I would most likely find myself standing a few feet away from a human. I hated that Edward let Bella in here. Bella the human that Edward had stupidly fell in love with a year ago.
Bella was stupid too. She wanted to become one of us, a rock or a piece of cold coal. She should have left him long ago, and then she wouldn't always be in danger of getting eaten by his friends. She doesn't understand that becoming one of us isn't so great. You can miss out on many human experiences. Being a vampire also consists of a diet called B-L-O-O-D. It's hard to be around people when you can't concentrate on what they say because your too distracted by what they taste like or smell like.
As I got up from the couch, I shut my mind of all thoughts, knowing as walked down the stairs they would be exposed. To my surprise, there was no sight of Bella or Edward. I went over to the grand piano, stroking my fingers over the ivory keys. I pressed too hard on one of the keys and it made a sound that very high-pitched. From hearing Edward play all the time I recognized it as a high C.
I dawdled down to the kitchen. I don't even know why we had a kitchen. We never used it. There was a fridge that was turned off sitting in a corner. There was plenty of counter space filled with books, plus a small black couch pushed against an accent wall. It was more of a library than a kitchen.
I sat down in the couch and picked up book, losing myself in a story of my time.
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Well I hope you still want to read more. For those of you who like it, review, review, review, I want to get a good start.